Between the Lines
The limits of the mind
My mind
Are ever reached daily.
Yet, the vast expanses
So far
Are begging to be grasped.
To have an understanding
Of what
I continue to search for.
My daily struggle to make sense
Doesn’t work
As life continues to swirl.
To reach out to help another
And halt
Because I need help myself.
Making it all understandable
Is work
But something that cannot end.
Copyright © Brenda Glotfelty | Year Posted 2006
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